When she looks in the mirror her baby stretch marks stand out like beacons. Her breasts sag like an tribal woman in National Geographic. Her hair is...a straggly mess of grey that should be convicted in the Salem Witch Trials and her butt is disgusting.Now you don't see her that way (or you shouldn't - if you do, then some family counseling is in order - more in a later post). You see her through eyes of love. Those stretch marks are from your babies that nursed at those lovely breasts. You. “I thought, you girls would like it. After all, girls like Vodka, don’t they?”, I innocently explained, “and even if, you don’t want to have it, it is totally fine!”, I further plainly added.“I have never had Vodka in my life!”, Priya stated with complete childish innocence and longing, “Just Cigarettes, nothing else!”“Neither, had I!”, Aamna justified and kept her palm on Priya’s palm. I witnessed the funny moment when both girls’ eyes were transfixed on the bottle the whole time. They both. But you always loved wearing panties for me, since it made you hotknowing how hot it got me. You even have a whole drawer of themupstairs."Jim could only think of Marie's drawer with her panties. "But those aremy sister's. Not mine." No, those are yours Jim. She almost never wears any underwear anyway,remember? When she does, she just borrows yours. Siblings share thingsafter all. You should probably throw out all your old boxers anyway.You've had those since before we were going out, and you. Just this really funny sensation …’ ‘Tell me where.’ Dinah took Ian’s hand and placed it over her slightly round belly. ‘Right here,’ she said, pressing his hand into her warm flesh. Ian held his hand there for a long time and finally another cry came from her lips: ‘There! Did you feel that? It feels like bubbles or something’ ‘Yes, I felt it just a little bit. I think it might’ve been our … er… the baby.’ Ian blushed as he realized what he had said. ‘I need to go … I have a meeting.’ He.